Siheyuan, don't yell at me

The transport team leader and the clerk brought He Daqing to knock on Director Lou's office.

Director Lou’s office is quite exquisite, with all mahogany office furniture and several paintings and calligraphy by famous artists hanging on the walls.

The transport team leader bowed and nodded to Director Lou.

"Director, I have brought you the driver you requested.

He Daqing is the best driver in our transport team, no doubt about it.

Even though he has only been in the industry for a short time, some people are born to eat dinner..."

Director Lou nodded, waved his hand, and interrupted the transport team leader.

"Okay, I get it.

Thank you for your hard work. You can go and get busy first."

After sending the transport team leader away, Director Lou smiled kindly again.

"He Daqing, I didn't expect you to be such a hidden talent. You are good at what you do.

You are a top-notch cook, but I didn't expect that you would also have unique skills after changing your career to become a driver.

Sit down, sit down and talk."

He Daqing sat down on the mahogany sofa.

"Hey, boss, that's not the case.

It’s not that my skills are good, it’s that their skills are not yet up to par.

By the way, Boss, what good news do you want to talk to me about?"

Director Lou was holding a cigar, and the clerk next to him sensibly struck a match for him.

After puffing out a puff of thick smoke, Director Lou winked at the clerk.

The clerk spoke to He Daqing

"He Daqing, the factory director's former driver responded to the organization's call and volunteered to go north to fight against the Americans and aid the Bangs.

We are in need of a full-time driver now, and the transport team leader recommended you.

Driving this small car is much more impressive than a big one, and the treatment is also better.

I have a lot of people coming and going, and I know a lot of officials. This opportunity is something that most people can't even ask for."

He Daqing was somewhat unhappy. He didn't look at the clerk and said directly to Director Lou:

“Boss, I still like driving a big car, it’s free and easy.

You know my mouth is full of stinky shit, don't let those cadres get irritated."

Director Lou nodded.

He was also well aware of He Daqing's bad habits.

Not to mention the bad mouth, the temper is even worse.

When he was a chef in his own restaurant, if a customer gave a bad review of the dishes, he would run out from the kitchen and slap the diners in the face.

He Daqing has a foul mouth and tells a lot of bullshit. It's okay to irritate the cadres, but most leaders are more tolerant and won't bother with such a scoundrel.

But who is He Daqing? Director Lou was afraid that this scoundrel’s fist would hit the cadres and leaders in the face.

But there is indeed a severe shortage of drivers now, especially those with excellent driving skills.

Because those with excellent driving skills all went north to fight against the US and aid Bang.

Moreover, the loss rate was extremely high, with the casualty rate almost reaching more than half.

American planes in the sky were bombing indiscriminately, and pilots on the ground were working desperately to deliver supplies to the front line.

For the U.S. military, if a car driver is killed in a bomb, a company on the front line may be cut off from supplies.

In the icy and snowy land, without supplies, what's the point of fighting? If you don't starve to death, you'll freeze to death.

Director Lou’s driver didn’t go north voluntarily. The front line was short of drivers and the troops came directly to ask for people. Who would dare not go?

Thinking of this, Director Lou felt a little regretful.

At that time, why didn't I have the brain to send my driver out?

They should send a scoundrel like He Daqing to teach him how to behave.

But there is no way to regret it now. The car has to be driven by someone, right?

Could it be that I, the great Lou Bancheng, have to work as a driver for someone else?

I can't lose that person.

Thinking of this, Director Lou softened his tone.

"He Daqing, we have a long history.

Just consider it as you doing me a favor and being my driver for two months.

Don't worry, as for the treatment, you will definitely not be treated unfairly."

He Daqing raised his neck and pointed his nostrils toward the sky.

Haha, damn it, there will be a day when Lou Bancheng will have to beg for help from his grandfather.

Since you ask me for help, I will drive for you for two months.

"Boss, what's the point of helping or not helping?

Isn't it just being a car driver for two months?

It doesn’t matter what car you drive.

I took this job.

As for my driving skills, you can wait and see.

In the city of Beijing, I am this.”

After He Daqing finished speaking, he gave himself a thumbs up.

Lou Bancheng was too lazy to argue with a jerk like He Daqing, and winked at the clerk.

The clerk nodded.

"Driver He, come with me. I'll take you to familiarize yourself with the car."

He Daqing grinned and nodded in agreement.

It’s a small car. I, He Daqing, have never driven it before.

Wow, what a car, it looks so majestic when driving out.

Hehe, when I get the chance, I will drive out in my car and have a show with White Widow and Liu Lan.

By the way, I can speak Russian.

There are a lot of prostitutes on Dongzhimen Beizhong Street.

If I could drive a car and taste some Maomei, wouldn't it be easy?

In this way, driving a small car is more exciting than driving a big car.

Fortunately, I was wise just now and did not reject it completely.

The only car in the factory was a light off-road vehicle made in Russia.

It’s called GAZ brand, square in shape and army green in color.

The workmanship and other aspects are very Russian style at first glance.

It is rough and heavy, and the materials used are very solid.

As for the corners, welding points and defects, they are also the consistent style of Russian industry.

The car looks quite new. It is said that Lou Bancheng spent a huge amount of money to exchange it from a Russian diplomat.

He Daqing opened the car door, got in, touched the seat, and then the steering wheel, as if he was caressing his lover's cheek.

What man doesn't love cars, and He Daqing is no exception.

Before the clerk could say anything, He Daqing snatched the key and turned it several times before starting the car.

Now we still use contact-point ignition. The Russians' technology is very crude to begin with. As long as they can light a fire, it's good enough. We can't have too many excessive demands.

As the engine roared, thick black smoke gushed out from the exhaust pipe at the rear of the car.

He Daqing, who was in the cab, could smell the pungent smell of diesel.

He Daqing sniffed it greedily again. The smell was quite pungent, but also quite pleasant and intoxicating.

The driving knowledge in his mind made He Daqing realize that there is such a thing as warming up the car.

After the vehicle was heated up, He Daqing took the clerk for a walk around the factory a few times and then drove the clerk out of the vehicle.

Driving alone, heading down the street.

Of course, I went out to show off, even if it was just for a short while.

On the street, He Daqing honked his horn wildly, and when he saw someone who was blind, he stuck his head out and cursed:

"Fuck it, don't block my way, I'll hit you to death, believe it or not."

"Hey, you're a pretty girl, come in and play with me?"

Wherever He Daqing drove his car, he would curse loudly, with no limit to his rampant behavior.

As soon as He Daqing's car drove away, everyone started spitting on the ground.

"Bah, you rotten donkey, if you weren't running fast, I would have beaten the shit out of you."

"Looking at the way this villain is gaining power, he will surely not be able to keep his power for many days. Just wait and see~"

"If you hadn't stopped me just now, I would have beaten him to death."

"I didn't stop you~"

"You stopped me~"